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Poster: direwolf0701 Date: Dec 14, 2007 1:28pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: 1965 tito vs late 80s


just completely awesome!!!

i was actually singing those lyrics in my head as I read them - way too freakin funny man



p.s. yeah, that GOP is a total turd huh??


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Poster: Jerrob Hungar Date: Dec 14, 2007 3:39pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: 1965 tito vs late 80s

Gosh Don. What a relief to see you. The silence was deafening. I was just saying to myself...way to go Alan...thread-stopper. I thought I'd gone and booglarised myself good this time. I'm using that word for the sole reason that I wanted an excuse to put this up for your delectation: Another great Don, I hope he's your cup of tea too.

Btw Don, this is how dum I am, I only just found out that Dire Wolf or Canis Dirus, actually existed about 100,000 years ago. All this time I thought it was a poetic invention of Hunter's. D'uh!


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Poster: William Tell Date: Dec 14, 2007 5:40pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: 1965 tito vs late 80s

Ah, JH--just a slow day. Don't take it personally. Here is some more (hope lyrics are okay with you!):

Saint Tito with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain

Tito prosper in his time
Well he may and he may decline
Did it matter? does it now?
Tito would answer if he only knew how

Wishing well with a golden bell
Bucket hanging clear to hell
Hell halfway twixt now and then
Tito fill it up and lower down
And lower down again

Jerrob finger dipped in moonlight
Writing `what for?' across the morning sky
Sunlight splatters dawn with answers
Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned
Several seasons with their treasons
Wrap the babe in scarlet covers call it your own

Did he doubt or did he try?
Answers aplenty in the bye and bye
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills
One man gathers what another man spills

Saint Tito will remain
All he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and the foam
Been here so long he's got to calling it home

Fortune comes a crawlin, Calliope woman
Spinning that curious sense of your own
Can you answer? Yes I can,
but what would be the answer to the answer man?

High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops around the
twining shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the sun

Underfoot the ground is patched with climbing arms of ivy
wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the breeze

Wonder who will water all the children of the forum when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky...

William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch no
furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasn't come

Hey--no wonder I love these ones...